With no sign of Reginald's shot, someone checked toward the target. He raised a thumb upwards.
"Dead center."
There was a perfectly circular hole at the exact center of the target. And the cut out was clean cut. The crowd watching exploded.
"No way!"
"That's assassin level precision."
"How did he even see that distance?"
The girls watching nearby approached Reginald. "That was amazing. How did you do that?"
"Your precision is insane," another boy said.
Reginald rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It was just practice." he laughed awkwardly. He started rolling his shoulders, obviously not knowing what to do with girls around him.
Killian looked genuinely impressed. Even his Piercing Scorch wasn't that accurate, and he wouldn't have made such a clean cut.
"I practiced with animals, you see." Reginald explained. "They are more sensitive than humans so I try to make my shots quieter, but still sharp."
